~Excerpt~Chapter OneHeaven has no rage like love to hatred turned,Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.—William Congreve

Jenny Eastman buried her face in her trembling hands. It was exactly twenty-four hours since Jared Cates had sunk into her like a bear cub discovering a honey pot. She’d given it all up. He’d had access to every crevice and cranny of her body and her soul, and played her like a virtuoso on a violin. He’d made her moan and groan in perfect tune with his every move.Once she’d believed that it wasn’t possible for a man to be all that. A man was a man. They all had the same basic equipment and the same way to get from point A to B in the lovemaking department. But Jared had to be all that and a bag of chips. Thirty-five years old, six feet two, he was muscled and lean with burnished pecan skin and strong, chiseled features, and so good-looking that grandmothers turned their heads to look wistfully after him, remembering younger days. To top it off, he was a doctor, a genuine MD, with smarts, confidence, and a sense of humor. Jared Cates was more than a notion.The memory of their lovemaking made her moisten her lips. She’d been greedy, greedy, greedy. Jared had filled her up like dark, amber nectar—her silky, sweet-sticky thang. She couldn’t get enough of him.When she’d left his apartment, she’d been walking on a rainbow-colored cloud of optimistic emotion. Had she found her soul mate? Their connection had been beyond the physical. It had been beautiful, soul-stirring. Perfect passion. She’d regretted the time she’d wasted resisting him. She’d been wrong about him. Didn’t a man who could love so good and hard, who could make her feel so beautiful, have to be more than a low-down dirty dog?So why hadn’t he called?

Monica Jackson lives on the Land of Oz side of Kansas. She fully embraces diversity (including Wicked Witches, Munchkins, and that goody-two-shoes Glenda, the Good Witch) since she resides on the far edge of the diverse divide too. Monica Jackson’s books, known for quirky humor and attitude, often wander from well-trod plot pathways. She spends far too much time online, loves bubble baths, and avoiding both productive activity and moderation.

She's written eleven (or is it twelve?) novels, and around eight or so novellas. They put National Bestselling Author on her books. She's won the Romantic Time's Book Club Reviewer's Choice Award, among other awards.